Things of My Soul

Duality Two forces work inside me, one is dark and one is light Two forces work inside me, one hidden and one in sight Two forces work inside me, ever warring for my choice Two forces work inside me, one loud, one quiet voice Life it would be simple, and my choices would be clear If I could silence one part inside, forever to be still But isn’t that the point though? Two compound in the one? The lesser light to rule the night, we’re given moon and sun Each part it is has its season, summer, spring, and fall And when winter comes, and calls the heart, this you should recall Summer needs it’s winter, day needs the night You wouldn’t no what peace meant, if you’d never seen a fight So in the dead of winter, when feelings have gone numb  Look to the sun, remember, that summer soon shall come And if you can remember, these moments will be sweet And find that all four seasons, make the heart complete -CDG

There is a way in life, Not many dare to go It is the way of Kings, as I’m about to show What makes a king, a king? The one who wears the crown? The one with many servants? Or mayor of the town? Born of royal blood? Or chose by those of power? Surely he is king, who has the highest tower. The one who rules the army, the one to subjects bow The one who sits upon the throne, endowed with worldly power? Well many say that’s easy, of course the king’s the king The merry king of England, and Russia’s great the Queen There’s princes and there’s barons, the dutchess and the dutch How can you even question, that these and such, are such? While surely I won’t argue, those given title rule the land But who do they report to? Who did deal their hand? There is a King of Kings, The one whom kings do bow And I ask you one more question, did he ever wear a crown? I tell you that he didn’t, never, not but once And those who donned it forced him, and mocked him as...